Chapter 5

We would have finished it all off except when we were almost done with our second sandwiches, Busted burped, and ate the rat. “I’m done,” I said.

Brandon replied, “Ugh, me, too.”

We both looked at the food and started putting the leftovers back in the bag. “I’ll carry it,” said Brandon, who actually had nothing with him to carry. I had my backpack but it held school books, dirty gym clothes, homework, and my science experiment on how fast mold grows on cheese. Oh God no.

Behind me, unnoticed, Busted was chewing on my backpack. He’d torn a huge hole in the side. My old gym shorts had a few more holes in them now, and the science experiment was history.

“Let’s go,” Brandon said, stretching. “I don’t like being this close to home. How far have we come, anyhow?”